a shop, a show, a show-off

I’ve left it rather late in the day to tell you about ‘Painted Treasures’! 

all ing a day’s work

The art of ing – we’re all at it!

a little local colour

By 8.30 most mornings my neighbour and I have completed our taichi practice. When it’s dry enough we creak about on the little patch of grass outside her house.

spring forward

Until this time last year I had never once applied for a job.

currency of colour

I saw a picture of a tiny library squashed inside a Lewisham telephone box.

what’s cooking?

I like washing up – I’ve said it before – dirty plates, grubby clothes, muddy skin – they all come good with soap and water.

two for joy

Outside my window the top of the Crystal Palace transmitter disappeared into the rain clouds, the whole sky was a dirty white, the trees dark silhouettes. In contrast two noisy magpies

sort by colour

Stepping into the Royal Academy‘s first room I gasped at the voluptuous deep scarlet  walls hung with sumptuously coloured paintings; it was such a thrill, a heady rush for me.